We decided to drive to Border City, AK. A little spot 4 miles north of the Canada border. It's a little hole in the wall place, but it was convenient. Electric and water with a dump station for $20. The name of the park is "Border City RV" and has a gas station. Naturally they get lots of business at the gas station of folks just trying to make it across the Canadian border before buying gas.
But it was on the way to Destruction Bay that my little story comes from. It had been raining from just about the time we left Border City. Either light or moderate rain, and mixed with plenty of road construction, it made for a wet messy day. We were about 50 miles out from Destruction Bay coming down a long stretch of hilly road. Many of the construction areas were short, maybe 50' in length, but were still just gravel and loose dirt. Up ahead, just before the rise of a small hill it looked like maybe a bicyclist had laid his bicycle down in the middle of the lane that was coming towards me. I was a little surprised, we had seen several people on bicycles, many extremely loaded with gear that would lay their bikes over as the kick stands wouldn't hold them upright. But this bike was in the middle of the road, and just before a rise. Any traffic coming over the hill would be hard pressed not to hit the bike.
As we got closer I could see the rider appeared to be unloading the bike a little at a time. As I got closer, I could tell that the vehicle was not a bicycle, but a fairly good sized motorcycle. It was loaded to the max with saddle bags on both sides, and additional packs both front and rear. The rider looked like he was moving around OK and was just trying to get the bike unloaded.
I pulled up stopping next to him. I opened my side window and asked him if he was OK. He said he was fine, but he slid out on the gravel in the rain and with all the extra weight on the motorcycle, couldn't get it back up. I didn't have a lot of room to pull over as the sides of the road were only about 2' wide, so I pulled up just past the motorcycle and over to the side as far as I could. I put the emergency flashers on and set the headlights to brights. The rider was still trying to unload the bike when I got there. The bike was full onto it's left side, and looked to be a bigger BMW or something of that style. The rider was about my size (at least with his riding gear on) but maybe just a bit older. He looked OK, maybe a bit shaken up, but still in good spirits.
I used to own and ride a Honda Goldwing (about #1000 pounds) and a full size Harley (about #850 pounds) and have dropped both of them. Usually at a dead stop when your footing was not very good. And if never fails, there is never anyone around to help you pick it up (and truthfully you don't want anyone around, as your pride is damaged enough). So as I have done before, I put my back to the bike and crouched down and gripped the left handle bar and the saddle bag hook, and with a grunt, stood up with the bike.
The rider was a bit shocked, "Oh my god, you must be a weight lifter!" Well, yeah, but that's not why, I answered. "I dropped a Goldwing a couple of times, so I had lots of practice". Shortly after getting the bike up he wheeled it to the side of the road. Within 10 seconds a Class C motorhome crested the top of the hill in the lane his bike had been in a few seconds ago. He smiled, shook my hand and as I walked away he called "Welcome to Alaska, the land of adventure!"
I got back in the coach feeling pretty good that I had the chance to help somebody out. The rider got to continue on with his adventure, and that little spill will just be a ripple in his trip.
By the time we got to Destruction Bay, the rain had pretty much stopped. The rig and the Jeep are totally covered in mud from all of the construction zones we went through (pics). Some were several miles long. The campground is really scenic, surrounded by snow capped mountains, and a right on the shores of Kluane Lake (more pics). However, a few things you need to deal with to stay here. There is only 15 amp power at the sites and it is supplied by a generator which runs all night. There is a dump station on the way out, but if you have a bigger rig you may not be able to squeeze into the space allotted for the vehicle (I didn't dump when I left). There is no cell signal, and the WiFi is free, but even going to the deck outside the office, it's pretty weak. Direct TV was possible but frustrating because the 15 amp power kept dropping out. I have a Surge Guard on the rig that also has under voltage protection. About 2-3 times a day the Surge Guard would kick out and the power would reset. This caused the direct box to start it's whole setup process again, about a 15 minute process.
Oh,and then there was the bear thing. When we checked in the lady in the office warned us about bears. OK, we have heard that warning before. But not like this one. She said that there had been 4 bears sighted in the campground this season (grizzly's). And the last one happened just recently. A camper was out walking along the lake with his poodle on a leash. He got to the far end of the campground when a grizzly bear came out of the brush and was staring at his dog. The turned around and started walking back to the campground slowly at first (as you are told to do). The bear was following him, closely watching the dog. When the bear started getting closer, the guy panicked and started running, which also inspired the bear to start chasing him. Now the guy is yelling his head off, with the bear closing. Fortunately a guy in an Airstream trailer heard the commotion and came out to see what was going on. He saw the bear chasing the guy so he threw the door open and the guy dove into the trailer with the dog and he slammed the door. About that time the campground owner (the lady at the desk) came around the corner yelling and waving her arms. The bear stopped, looked at her, and turned and wandered back into the brush.
OK, so no long walks along the lake with the dog.
We pulled out of Destruction Bay and headed to Whitehorse for the night. A chance to do some laundry, pay some bills, and catch up on the mail and see how the USA is doing in the Olympics. Tomorrow we head for Skagway. Oh yeah, and there is an 80% chance of rain. Who knew!
BTW, I love your T shirt Terry! Pretty funny, as we were pulling into the campground in Whitehorse, there are several RV's already here. We passed by a 5ver on the way to our campsite. Some one had written on the back window of the 5ver, which was caked with mud in large letters "ALASKA- BEEN THERE". It cracked me up. Diane took a pic for her travel blog.